Falling

What happens through self-intentional death?

Into the purple
I’ve lost my place
I hear my name
But I see no face

Into the indigo
As I plunge deeper
A terrifying drop
But it seems I’ve known steeper

Into the white
Now all is bliss
Nothing real or fake
What isn’t just is

Into the black
I’ve faded away
I listened to their lies
But it’s not me who’ll pay